He whispered to her that “it felt a third of the way into her and she could scream if she felt it would help but that it was all going into her, if ...he liked it or not and all the way even if it kills you…” Perhaps, I thought that is in her mind!Her eyes ran with soft-tears, she was visibly in a state of terror now, desperately trying not to scream, bighting her lip, shaking her head, but the moment soon came when she began to moan, then to scream as more and more of the great black snake slid. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the most beauti- ful woman I’d ever seen walk into the arena. You could tell that she was Mexican by her features and brown skin, but I have to say that Sophia Loren in her heyday didn’t have anything over this woman. As she stood there I just sat and gapped as she slowly stripped her clothes off for the crowd. Then a gray and white donkey was led into the ring. I couldn’t believe my eyes when this fabulous looking female knelt down. That scares me. Thank god we haven't run over anybody!It's enough to draw attention, though. A throng of faces has turned to watch her mount me, though I can't see them. My impatient lover presses her panty-covered pussy down over my mouth, and all I'm aware of is her aroma. It's a little rank, but that only makes me want her more, and my tongue swipes across the mesh of her panties. I hear her voice, a hoarse growl."That's a good girl," she coaches me from far above. "Lick that pussy like you. In bed, I jerked off dreaming I was Marta in the arms of Miguel, andthen drifted off to sleep. I awoke before six that morning in the midst of anightmare. I was at school, and all the motorheads, dopers, jocks, andeven the art room crowd were screaming, "Kill the faggot!" at me. Martawas standing at the head of the mob. As the nightmare dissolved, Irelived the prior night's events in my mind.In the cold light of morning, the adventure that had begun so well hadended in disaster. I had confided.